"Say it!" Shao Kefan casually picked up the hot tea and brought it to his mouth, his eyes squinting across the handsome man with his head lowered in front of the steps.
"My father and mother are already sixty years old, and I have only one son, I thought -" Dan Cheng paused, still not looking up, and continued, "Resign from the post of historian, return to the land of Dagger City to fulfill your filial piety, and let your parents
Have a happy life."
"Oh! So it turns out that you are a rare good historian. You keep everything secret that should be recorded. But no one can take your place yet. It would be a pity to leave." A hint of complexity flashed in Shao Kefan's eyes.
, "That's it! You stay for another five months, and when I find the right person, I will let you go home with a box of gold, and you will have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of your life."
Five months later, the Cang Teng Military Guard will attack Eagle.
"This..." Dan Cheng hesitated, raised his head, his eyes calm, "Can I allow you to think about it for a moment?"
"Ha..." Shao Kefan smiled playfully, "The historian will consider it." After saying that, he leaned back on the throne, holding the cup, and drank tea by himself, but his eyes were fixed in front of the throne.
man, thoughtful.
The young man with his head slightly lowered in the hall seemed to have made up his mind. The moment he was about to raise his head, loneliness, ruthlessness, hatred, and coldness were intertwined in his bright black eyes, emitting a chilling light.
However, when he raised his head and looked at Lord Cang Teng, his eyes were still as calm as the windless water.
He was so well concealed, even better than those expressionless spies. Shao Kefan couldn't help but be startled. If he hadn't known before that Dan Cheng was from the Eagle side, he would have really been deceived.
"Well..." Shao Kefan tilted his chin up, signaling for him to tell him his plan.
"My lord, think about it -" Dan Cheng's voice was extremely soft, but it had a sinister flavor, as if he wanted to kill someone.
Before he finished speaking, Hong Ying suddenly covered his chest, screamed, rolled down the steps, spurted a mouthful of black blood from his mouth, and fell to the ground dead.
At the same time, the two guards standing next to the main hall fell to the ground exhausted and died in an instant.
This process was so fast that it was completed before the red-clothed monarch flew up.
"Villain."
He whispered the word "change", and his belt turned into a phantom sword. Shao Kefan held the sword and struck the sneering Dan Cheng with the speed of autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves.
Dan Cheng raised his feet and hung his body on the lintel of the hall. He calmly looked at Shao Kefan who was approaching, as if he was expecting something in his eyes.
Sure enough, when Shao Kefan was in the center of the hall, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if something was biting his heart, and a trace of blood came out of the corner of his mouth.
The body is falling downwards involuntarily.
Shao Kefan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Before killing the person who assassinated him, he must not fall before him.
Although the movements were slower, the power of the Phantom Sword was still unabated. The free hand was convulsing, condensing the true energy of the Fanhui Curse.
Lord Cang Teng insisted hard, with large beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.
He didn't fall to the ground and die as he expected. Dan Cheng was startled, a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes, and he went up to him with bare hands, avoiding the sharp light of the phantom sword.
He just wanted to delay time and let the poison that was being resisted by his powerful skills completely penetrate into Shao Kefan's heart. Even if he died with him, it would be worth it.
"Do you want to delay time? Are you looking down on me?" Shao Kefan sneered, opened his mouth, and a large amount of black blood poured out of his mouth. He couldn't care so much, and pushed with his left palm, "Fan Hui Curse."
Circles of sharp golden light rippled out like a sword-sharpened plane, and the tooth-shaped edge looked like countless sharp knives had been inserted into it.
He used the Fanhui Mantra to its highest level.
"Poof" a mouthful of blood spurted out, two rays of light passed through Dan Cheng's body, and he fell heavily to the ground.
Before Shao Kefan could close his palms, he had already fallen to the ground. He covered his chest with one hand and supported the ground with the Phantom Sword with the other. He was half-kneeling and barely holding himself up, his face gradually turning pale.
He secretly raised his energy and concentrated it in his heart to prevent the poison from further invading.
What kind of poison is this? He had no defense at all.
"Shao Kefan, you won't survive. We... we will die together. Hahaha..."
Blood dyed the blue shirt on his chest red.
Dancheng's hair crown was shaken open by the Fanhui curse, and his hair was messy, with a few strands hanging down his forehead. His face was as white as a piece of paper due to excessive blood loss.
He stood up with difficulty, walked to a dead guard, picked up his sword, and walked towards Shao Kefan step by step.
He wanted to run over and quickly defeat the Cang Teng King. However, every step he took took great effort. If it weren't for a strong will supporting him, he would have died under the Fanhui Curse.
"Do you think...you can kill me? How could I...die in your hands." Shao Kefan sneered. The use of the Fanhui Curse had already consumed most of his physical strength. However, the remaining physical strength was still there.
Still able to kill the man in green in front of me.
Condensing the true energy again, every bit of true energy flowing into the palm of the hand has to endure great pain.
Dancheng's chest and abdomen continued to seep blood, forming a bloody path along his footsteps. However, his expression was extremely determined, as if he had a sacred mission.
However, just when Shao Kefan was about to use the Fanhui Curse again, the guards rushed in and surrounded Dan. "Whoa", dozens of swords were pulled out together and pointed at the man in Tsing Yi. He only waited for an order. Tsing Yi
Men will become a pile of meat sauce.
Just now, a maid passed by Qiming Palace, saw the miserable situation inside, and immediately ran to call someone.
"Quickly, in the study...behind the bookcase...knock on the mechanism, there is...a secret room at the back, call Pharmacist Yang out..." Shao Kefan ordered the guard who helped him up.
Two guards hurried into the study.
"You...retreat, don't...don't kill him first...seal his acupuncture points..." Shao Kefan waved his hand with difficulty.
The guards hesitated for a moment, sheathed their swords, and took a few steps back.
In the vacant hall, the seriously injured man in green and the highly poisoned Lord Cang Teng stood out. Soon, dozens of swordsmen arrived. Seeing this, they wanted to cut the historian alive. Fortunately, the Lord spoke to stop him, and they all
Back to the sides.
"Shao Kefan, I want to kill you..."
With this roar, Dancheng seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and then choked out two large mouthfuls of blood in pain. His acupuncture points were tapped and he could not move, but this also stopped the bleeding for him.
"Heh... if you don't go back to your old ways... if you get married in Eagle, you will... risk your own life. Why bother?" Shao Kefan smiled bitterly as the murderous look in his eyes had dissipated.
He had never disliked this spy, and he didn't know why.
Black blood still flowed from the corners of his mouth, but his face was extremely white, and his body became weaker and weaker. Shao Kefan's consciousness began to fade, and he even doubted whether he would die in the hall.
If he hadn't been supported by two guards, he would have been lying on the ground, unable to get up.
Dancheng couldn't help but be stunned, not quite understanding what he meant.
"Oh, what happened to Wang?" Yang Zhangfeng, who came out of the secret room, couldn't help but exclaimed when he saw this scene.
"Poisoned..." Shao Kefan slowly spat out two words, his brows were furrowed and there were beads of sweat on his forehead.
"Quickly, carry it into the secret room." Yang Zhangfeng couldn't care less that he was just a pharmacist without a position, and gave orders to the people around him.
"No... give me a pill first... to stop the poison from spreading to the internal organs."
Yang Zhangfeng did not dare to disobey or neglect, so he ran into the secret room, quickly ran out, and put a pill into the monarch's mouth.
"Shao Kefan, open my acupuncture points, I'm going to kill you..." Dan Cheng's cry was full of deep despair - was it going to fail? If Yang Zhangfeng could detoxify.
Shao Kefan's complexion calmed down slightly. Just when everyone breathed a sigh of relief, a golden light shot out from the monarch's hand. Before anyone could react, the head of Kou Ren, the swordsman, had fallen to the ground and rolled to the center of the hall.
, just stopped in front of Dancheng.
They were all people who were accustomed to seeing life and death. However, everyone still took a breath of cold air, but no one sympathized with Kou Ren, who had his body and head missing. Instead, there was a look of disgust and gloating in his eyes.
Those whom the king punishes in public must be traitors.
Just now, his life was in danger, so Shao Kefan took this opportunity to take a careful look at all the swordsmen, and happened to see Kou Ren's always calm eyes showing a thief, and his body secretly moved towards the door.
The Fanhui curse he intended to use on Dan Cheng was used on another traitor.
Dancheng's eyelids drooped, and when he saw the stunned head at his feet, he closed his eyes in pain.
One should not be confident in the use of poison. If Kou Ren was stationed outside Qiming Palace as a countermeasure, then the person whose body and head are missing might be the cunning and cunning Lord Cang Teng.
Damn it, he didn't expect it when he started to implement the plan. He couldn't help but scold himself secretly, but he also knew: it was because he only thought of relying on his own strength to do things specifically for her!
Although he didn't know if Yang Zhangfeng could detoxify, he had a hunch: Lord Cang Teng would not die.
Emptiness, disappointment, grief, and helplessness filled his heart, and every emotion reached its maximum limit in life.
"Xiaohan, I'm afraid I won't be able to complete the important event of the wedding."
He said silently in his heart, only to feel more pain in his chest.
Life! What will be the result of what he exchanged for his life?
"Even if you open your acupuncture points, you can't kill me." Shao Kefan motioned to the guard who was holding him to let go of his hand, slowly moved towards Dancheng, and stood in front of him, with his right hand still tightly covering his chest.
The pills he just took only served to inhibit the spread of the poison and slightly relieve the pain. Most of the remaining pain kept tormenting him, and his internal organs were still as painful as being bitten by poisonous insects.
"I'll use the acupuncture seal to stop your bleeding, because I may have something to ask you." After hearing this, Dan Cheng suddenly opened his eyes. His once calm and gentle eyes were now filled with extremely fierce hatred.
It made Lord Cang Teng feel a little cold in his heart.
"You want to ask what kind of poison I gave you? And how I gave it to you, right?" Dan Cheng's eyes seemed to be so cold that they were about to freeze.
Yang Zhangfeng had just taken a drop of blood from the monarch, placed it on a piece of transparent round paper, and observed it carefully, but seemed to have no clue.
"Except for Pharmacist Yang, everyone has to step back. If anyone dares to reveal even a little bit about the poisoning, he will be killed without mercy."
Shao Kefan said sharply, no one could imagine that this was the tone of a person who was poisoned.
The swordsmen, guards, and some ministers retreated one after another. The combination of Shao's kindness and power gave them deep-rooted loyalty and awe in their hearts. Therefore, no one except the traitor Kou Ren made any rash decisions.
It wasn't until there were only three people left in the hall that Shao Kefan looked at Dancheng and answered his question, "Yes, you are determined to kill me, and you are working for Zheng Xiaohan, a master of poison. Maybe Yang Zhangfeng can't do it either."
Know what kind of poison you are using. Otherwise, I will slightly raise the glossy side of the Fanhui Curse and make your head leave your body like Kou Ren did."
Dancheng turned his attention to Yang Zhangfeng, who was staring at the drop of black blood on the nameless white paper, and using different medicinal roots to reach into the blood, and sneered, "What you want after all is detoxification, right? Unfortunately, Shao Kefan, I have no comment,
It is also a great honor to be buried with the king."
"I can't die. Even if the poison cannot be detoxified, Pharmacist Yang will use pills to prevent the poison from spreading in the internal organs and save my life." As if he was used to the heart-gnawing pain, Shao Kefan put down his hand and showed a confident smile, but his face remained the same.